"You've gotta watch out for Juubi. Juubi's crazy, bordering insane, I say!" Says Ciibi to a crowd of random passerby. "She's crazier than a madman!"

Juubi rolls her eyes. "Shut up, Ciibi. I bet everyone thinks you're the madman that you're comparing me to." Juubi stops an innocent bystander. "Does he look crazy?" She asks him. The guy just nods quickly, gulps, and runs off.

"See?" Juubi says triumphantly to Ciibi. "You're the crazy one."

"What do you mean I'm crazy?! You're the one crazy enough to write your yaoi online!" Ciibi retorts, folding his arms.

"Yeah, yeah. Millions of other people write yaoi online too!" Juubi argues, jabbing her finger into Ciibi's chest. "And not to mention, you write yuri online too!"

Ciibi's eyes widen. "I do not!" He protests. "Muubi does that!"

"Muubi, Muubi, Muubi. You like to blame everything on Muubi!" Juubi exclaims, throwing her hands up.

"What about me?" A tired looking Muubi stands at the door of an ice cream parlor.

"Nothing." Ciibi says hastily, not wanting to irritate a tired Muubi.

"Bye!" Juubi calls cheerfully to Muubi, getting dragged away by a fearful Ciibi.

"Hey--wait! We didn't even get to introduce ourselves yet!" Juubi shouts into Ciibi's ear as he attempts to get on a bus.

"Ow! That was right in my ear!!" Ciibi shouts into Juubi's ear. Juubi pushes him away from the bus and stands in front of a white laptop that appeared out of nowhere.

She types: Hi, I am Juubi!

Ciibi sees what she does and pushes her aside. He types: Hi, I'm Ciibi.

Juubi kicks Ciibi away and resumes to typing: I'm Juubi and this is my friggin' account, not Ciibi's. I'm devoting everything I love to this account, just not Ciibi. I don't love him.

"Aw, that hurts." Ciibi whines, clutching his chest.

"It should, but getting a haircut wouldn't hurt." Juubi smiles at Ciibi. "Your hair is awfully long. Let me cut it for you!"

"Um. NO." Ciibi grabs the laptop and sets it in front of Juubi. "Continue typing. I am leaving." Ciibi dashes away in fear of getting a haircut.

Sighing, Juubi types: I like yaoi.

"I know that!" Ciibi shouts from far away.

Juubi gets distracted and sets the laptop down. It was time to shut his mouth. PERMANENTLY.

Yeah. So, I'm Juubi, and I love writing fanfiction and other nice stuff like that, including yaoi. I also love to draw pictures of the human brain and label them and color it. My favorite hobby is thinking at night, which might explain why it's hard for me to sleep. My favorite hobby in the daytime is to laze about and sleep. I have weird obsessions, and I have this weird obsession with the word 'I' and commas. (I like to abuse them. The commas can't call the police and scream 'ABUSE' though, so I'm fine.)

Yaoi is a girl's gift from the sky. Like many other people, I like to use it in my writing. A LOT. AND, sexual innuendos are awesome too, just not penis insinuations. For some reason, penis insinuations make me laugh until I can't breathe. They're funny, just not awesome on my list.

What gets on my nerves the most is when the music on the radio don't match the holidays coming up. For example, Thanksgiving!

I was waiting in the office for my dental checkup. After waiting for some time, a dentist's assistant finally calls me in. I walk into the examination room and was immediately run over by a wave of Christmas carols.

That was last year, two days before Thanksgiving. And this year, when I went to the orthodontist to pester them about my retainer, once again, the Christmas carols stampeded me flat to the ground. This was just three days ago, and today is Thanksgiving.

So I am not thankful for the weird combinations the radio makes for holiday songs. It just doesn't make sense.

But I am thankful for other stuff, like my intelligence, my ego, my self esteem, my security in my feminine/ masculine self, and bouts of depression I go through which inspire me.

I should explain who Ciibi and Muubi is. First of all, Ciibi's name is pronounced See-bee and Muubi's name is pronounced Moo-bee. Mine is prounounced Jew-bee. Ahem.

Ciibi is my annoying friend. He has insanely long hair (longer than mine!) and he likes to straighten it. It makes him look like a girl, which is not a good thing because if we go shopping together, there's guys who wolf-whistle at him and not me.

Muubi is my amazingly hot and cranky friend. He doesn't have insanely long hair; he has a green and black mohawk. He's good protection against scary-looking pervs. Muubi's got muscle!

And me! Juubi, moi, is average. Everything about moi is average. From my face to my toes, it's all average size. It's sort of not fair, but I found out that if I changed my hairstyle, I wouldn't look so average. So currently, my hair is up to my chin, and it's spiked. I'm proud of it 'cause I cut it myself and everyone, including my parents, say it looks nice.

Real talent, eh? I could be a hairdresser! squees in joy

I like yaoi. I really do. I love it. My favorite pairings are all time are a secret. It's too embarrassing to be said. Everyone would be 'wtf' if they heard it. So it's a secret.

My favorite saying is: "Three can keep a secret if two are dead."

Another one is: "Speak softly and carry a big stick."

My favorite word is: "Duh." Why? Because it's just so...duh. (Although 'duh' isn't really a word...)

I like music. I really do. I love it. My favorite artists are mostly Asian though. Like Rain, David Tao, Big Bang, Aqua Timez, Ali Project, Last Alliance, and etc...but I like Linkin Park, Coldplay, and Boys Like Girls as well!

Music rocks my socks.

Love.

So what's my plan for my stories? Well, I'll update them if I feel like it. I'll write stories if I get inspiration. But if I get requests, then that's a bit harder because I write better without the pressure of having to write for someone.

That's about it. I don't think there's anything else that's worth mentioning. But Ciibi and Muubi will turn up sooner or later, if they're not being gay and making out in my closet.

More to add. I feel washed out, drained like an oyster in an empty tub. Maybe the invisible stuff are really getting at me.

Playing my guitar, sitting on my bed, singing my heart out, getting new inspirations. LOVE DRUNK!

Go

Take a chance and be strong.

Don't spend your whole life holding on.

Don't look back and go.

Love Drunk

I used to be love drunk

But now I'm hung over

I love you forever

Now forever is over.

Happy New Years...